Chapter 20: Chapter 20: Slapping the Piano Master in the Face, Male Lead Enters (4)_1
Trash?
Did they really just call her piano scores trash?
Even if they weren't popular in this world, they were certainly not trash.
You should know, these were her own compositions from the last doomsday dimension, the Apocalypse series, comprising three pieces.
They were a hit back then!
It was said that the moment she played the piano, zombies could be immediately repelled. And this was no exaggeration.
As long as she infused her special ability into them, each of the five pieces was extremely lethal, literally 'god-slaying'…
And now, her compositions were being scorned and even called trash.
Lan Jin was so infuriated she could only laugh. With one hand in her pocket and the other twisting a delicate lighter, she fiddled with it habitually.
Her rolled-up sleeves revealed slender, pale wrists that were particularly eye-catching.
And on her wrist, she wore an intelligent bracelet with a screen that was completely black.
Her long eyelashes were cast down, and though her eyes were indiscernible, her movements radiated a bold and unbridled air.
Suddenly lifting her head, her peach-blossom eyes turned up at the corners, touched with an ambiguous smile.
In a casual tone, she said with a smirk, "Are you sure?"
Next to her, Lan Jiaojiao hid the schadenfreude in her eyes and intentionally spoke out loud:
"Uncle Zhang, don't blame my sister. Actually, she doesn't understand the piano very well. This time, she probably had a whim to try creating something for fun, imitating others. It's inevitable that it turned out poorly, so don't take it to heart."
Lan Jiaojiao had a sweet and obedient face, and her voice was even softer to the core, but her words only made Zhang Mai frown more out of disgust.
Not understanding piano but still wanting to create something, where on earth did she get the confidence to approach him?
If he were to appreciate such a level of piano scores, he could have composed a bunch of them himself eight hundred years ago.
"Alright, stop wasting my time. I'm not interested in your pieces. Please take your scores and leave."
Zhang Mai was such an arrogant person, reaching the pinnacle of his life at a young age, almost always surrounded by sycophants.
He had never encountered anyone like Lan Jin who dared to show him such disrespect, and to think she was a useless girl, utterly ignorant of her place!
He picked up the score casually, threw it at her without a trace of gentlemanly demeanor, his voice filled with extreme impatience and even utter disgust, as if shooing away a fly.
Even though Lan Jin could maintain her composure, at that moment she couldn't help but darken her expression.
She bent down to pick up the score from the ground, dusted off the imaginary dust, and her lips curved into a cold and mocking smile.
Just as she was about to speak, a voice suddenly cut in, ringing from the doorway—
"Tsk, tsk. It seems that our illustrious Master Zhang actually lacks gentlemanly manners. To bully a young girl... truly an eye-opening spectacle."
"I, on the other hand, find that piece rather good. It certainly doesn't merit the word 'trash'."
This deep, magnetic, and charming voice...
Lan Jin and Jiaojiao paused in unison, both turning their heads almost at the same time, looking in the direction of the voice.
It was a young man with an extraordinarily handsome face and delicately chiseled features.
Somewhat familiar...
He stood with his arms crossed, leaning casually against the door frame, a teasing smile playing on his lips, his posture relaxed and unruly.
However, when Lan Jin turned her face his way, Rong Huo's languid demeanor suddenly vanished, and he straightened up immediately.
His pupils trembled with thick surprise bursting forth.
My Lady Mother.
Ahhhhh, it really is My Lady Mother... My heavens!
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone